The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　As the so-called troubled times, heroes emerge. The former Yingshi dynasty collapsed overnight. Suddenly, foreign races invaded southward, and the army rose up. Someone was sitting on one side with a million heroes. Some people love to walk the rivers and lakes alone, happily enmity, and the knife in their hand returns a bright world.

　　 Eighty years ago, the belief in the minds of all swordsmen was called Huang Zhao.

　　 Eighty years later, there is no saint in the world, only the Heavenly Martial Army.

　　 Tianwu Army, one man becomes one army.

On the eighth floor of Sitian Tower, the rim of the bronze coffin that was opened again after fifteen years was gently held by one hand. The fingers of this hand are extremely slender, and the palms are also very wide and huge, but the palms and backs of the hands are present. There is a strong contrast, the palm is full of calluses, and the back of the hand is smooth and white.

　　 This is a hand that is good at holding a knife.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a figure of an old man in a blue shirt slowly sat up from the coffin, his figure was slightly thin, his face was cut like a knife, his eyes were slightly closed, and the bridge of his nose was extremely high.

　　 He is not like the average old man with white sideburns, but an extremely rare gray-green. His hair is extremely long, hanging directly below his waist, and his roots are like spikes, containing a strong edge.

　　 "The fragrant wind leads to the great Luotian, the moon and the cloud cave worship the gods, sharing the melancholy of the world, I don't know what year it is."

　　 words are like knives, knives punish people, words punish the heart!

　　 The words fell, and the old man in the green shirt opened his eyes. The dark green light of the eighth floor of Sitian Tower seemed to have his own soul in an instant, becoming cheering and eager to try, and the sound of knives sounded one after another.

　　 Knife, among the eighteen weapons, one of the nine short and nine long, the head of the nine shorts, if cut out, one will move forward, forgetting life and death.

If a knife man and a hob gas were sealed in the coffin for 15 years, then how terrible the sharp edge that broke out, countless sword gas condensed inward, and gradually formed a giant deer, with double horns on its head piercing the void, as Green sword energy poured in, slowly glowing, and finally turned into a dazzling white deer.

Under the light of the white deer, the two great masters from the Shenji Pavilion, the pinnacle soul clan, screamed their souls, and the master of the Yu Pavilion directly took out a palm-sized talisman and crushed it with a blue light door. Appear directly in the void.

　　 is the Shenjige Great Moving Talisman.

　　 The trembling from the depths of the soul clearly told them that at this time there was a peerless weapon in the eighth layer that was slowly waking up, and the sharpness contained in Guangguang Bailu at this moment had made them unable to resist any thoughts.

Every big shifting talisman can ignore the space distance and instantly span thousands of miles. It is the treasure of the sacred machine pavilion. Therefore, the gate of the blue space appears very quickly, almost instantly, but there is a light faster than it, it is a broken void The white deer who came here had a knife inside.

　　 "As soon as you wake up, you can swing your sword as much as you want, so happy, happy."

Under the horrified gaze of the two soul clan ghosts and purple eyes on his forehead, Bai Lu cut the entire large moving light door in an instant. The old man in green shirt sitting in the bronze coffin did not get up and raised his hand. Lu Tiao turned around, and slashed again at Pavilion Master Yu Ge.

　　 Under the blade of the white deer, all are broken.

After a while, all the green light and white deer on the eighth floor disappeared, and the tranquility was restored again. The two soul shadows from the Shenji Pavilion were suspended in the air, motionless, they shot the giant coffin out, and fell with their right arm. Sitting on the ground, Sitian Supervisor Li Chunfeng climbed up from the ground and slowly walked towards the old man in green shirt who was still sitting in the giant coffin. The expression on his face was a bit strange, and there was even a trace of lingering fear on his old face. Talkingly said:

　　 "Master Huang, don't come here for fifteen years."

　　 "Huh?" The old man in Qingshan turned his head and looked up at Li Chunfeng lightly.

　　 Li Chunfeng looked helpless, and then continued:

　　 "Huang, Daxia Huang, don't come here unscathed?"

　　The old man in the green shirt nodded in satisfaction, and then, as if thinking of something, his face changed slightly. He raised his hand and grabbed Li Chunfeng’s chest, which was the incomparable white beard of the baby on weekdays, and said:

　　 "I've lost my roots, and I haven't recovered a few points. You kid slapped me out of the Aurora. Do you want me to belch?"

　　 Li Chunfeng smashed the old man and saw the old man like a mouse and a cat. How could he dare to resist half a bit, he was pulled forward and kept explaining:

　　 "Huang Daxia, this is not the case, it is not the case."

　　 The old man in the blue shirt is still reluctant, his voice like a knife resounded throughout the hall.

　　 "I think you kid is getting more and more alive. Here is the Shenjing Sitian Tower, the place where the Terran Sacred Mountain and Sea Atlas is located, and it can be invaded by foreign enemies, and my face is shameless."

　　 Li Chunfeng's old face flushed red, and he couldn't say anything. In a flash, he took out a few blue and white porcelain bottles from his arms, handed them to the old man in green shirt, and said:

"Huang Daxia, this is your grandson. The current royal grandson's stay is said to be able to supplement the loss of origin. Although it will not be able to completely restore your old origin power, the ones you just started can be slowly added back. "

　　 The old man in the green shirt brightened his eyes, raised his hand to take the porcelain bottle, opened his mouth and drank it, then pursed his mouth, closed his eyes for a moment, and opened his eyes again with a hint of joy in his eyes.

　　 "Also, this is called a magic mango, which can replenish vitality in an instant and has a small amount of origin. It is also left by His Royal Highness."

　　 Li Chunfeng once again took out one thing, the size of a palm, the shape of a mango that the vast land of China does not have, and it exudes a misty blue light, bright and delicious.

　　 The old man in the blue shirt didn't talk nonsense. He raised his hand and bit into his mouth. The light blue juice poured out. The old man let out a refreshing sigh and said:

"It seems that my grandson is also a capable person. It is much better than my useless and stupid son. If there are a lot of these things, I can leave this lock-up coffin and the pictures of mountains and seas. Light."

　　 Huang Zhao's eyes flashed a hint of hope. He has lost fifteen years of time, and he can't wait to see his grandson.

Then his eyes turned into determination and solemnity, raising his hand again to recruit a huge white deer, which flashed from the entrance of the main hall, and then stepped over the railings in the eighth floor, and jumped directly down with a murderous voice. Sounded.

　　 "There are some annoying ghosts that fight with the juniors on the lower floors of Sitian Tower, but the Taoist spirits of these juniors are simply against the sky."

　　 In the entire Sitian Pagoda, including the main hall on the first floor, and the stairs fighting on the upper floors, a dark green and white light flashed by, and all the soul races stood still for a moment, standing on the spot.

　　 Li Yi, Fatty, Crescent Moon and others gathered together, looking at the front with doubts.

　　 "Master Huang, no, Daxia Huang, how about those invading soul races?"

　　 Li Chunfeng's weak questioning sounded from the eighth floor.

　　 "It's okay, but I lost my head."

　　 In the next second, even though there are soul clan including the Yuge Pavilion Master and Dan Yuanzi suspended on the eighth floor, the eyes on the forehead burst directly, and the fuzzy head fell from the body.